Sladin or Bust! – Explicit One Shots From the Vault of Sladin-
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ALL FUCKED UP
A parody title from the Black Dynamite Elvis episode. Dick goes to a bar with friends and ends up tied up and blindfolded by a handsome stranger after hours in some risqué location. He panics but soon finds his inevitable hold up to be, relatively intense instead. Slade ends up having been the one who dragged Dick out, but will he let him go? Find out! Dick is twenty one in this as Nightwing. Ha, and turns out…? It is someone's birthday!
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The club. The jokes. He knew it was all a risk if anyone asked for him to sit with them or get up. He high tailed it home in a cab, right? Roy never left him…. he was…
The mask of a sheet of velvet pooled to his strapped down toes all too suddenly. Sleepily looking up with hazy eyes at his rescuer, Dick wished he'd stayed with his three-legged friend indoors while watching home renovation shows till sun – up.
"Good evening, little bird."
The face of fear was a pretty picture as Dock's ears rang while the tang of alcohol scorched his throat. He was alive, and quite upset with the other's temptation to tie him up in a stranger's bed. "How – Slade? Why am I…. ow….my head, untie me, idiot!"
"Me?" Slade pointed quizzically at his own chest as he knelt over the hero. "The man who reared your sorry carcass from a guy bar on the bad side of town just in time to have a safe word to call? The man who could have killed off your party of party animals down those steps?" He pointed at the stairs leading to the den of wolves and sheep. "Gay or not, you didn't come to just find me. That's for damn sure." Spat the hero. "Now, untie me so I can get back to my friends."
"Why." The man looked over his clueless little present. Bow included over his wrists as if done up by a professional from Santa's work shop. Christmas head elf was last season. This was no longer the dead of winter and yet in March, he'd be chilled to the bone by now, poor bird in that windy updraft. "We have time to takes things in a different direction, if you want. Wind advisory, Grayson." Slade hummed and went over to the dresser across to take out one of the haunts supplied goodies. "Can't have too much fun fondling yourself at home, by yourself."
"That." Dick blushed a bit too much before shaking his raven mane to forget it. "Is none of your goddammit concern. Untie me now, or I'll get out the way –
"Contort like a pretzel, at your athletic level even? You'd still require training with all of that mass you've picked up over the years.
"Nothing to do with that." Dick smirked slyly. "My arms could –
"But legs, thighs…. your toes even? How could you risk losing a pinky by trying." Slade was pulling out some torture device. Dick believed it could be, so he kept trying to prove the man wrong by squirming to slip through. He heard a pinch and bit his cheek. He heard a chuckle from the nightstand. "Told you, little bird. Now hold still. This will sting a while, while I get you to relax a bit for me."
"What??…. I'm not into –
"Sure, you're not a little curious?" Slade twirled a knob ended little metal rod in his fingers as it shone from the moonlight and streetlights lie glare through shuttered windows. "No! Get that thing away, whatever you are after, I won't talk."
"Oh, dear Nightwing…. this isn't about me." The words dropped like nectar to his throat as Slade latched to him, joining Dick by the headboard with two items in his grip. A tube of some clear ointment he thought, but not. Not to mention, the metal bobbed rod that Slade kept staring at…
Dick looked down in the dark and realized it too late.
He was fucking naked. That, bastard –
"How did you even decide off the top of your pretty little head to frequent such an establishment, pretty bird?" Slade wondered as the man handled the kid's weeping cock between his legs. "I…Roy invited me…. I was being supportive- it was for a birthday!"
"You just can't say no, is that it? Such a good boy scout, even by the Bat's arm. Then…. tell me." The man whispered in close as the rod fed above his urethra just to dangle there. "Why were you dreaming about me late last night?"
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It was a bizarre wet dream that he kept having. Facing Professor Pygg maybe had knocked a few screws loose, as the bindings slowly, became tighter. Dick gripped the sheets behind him as the rod pricked the tip of his no longer flaccid cock. Slade twisted, sending a reeling agony into his –
" Slllaaade !! What is that??? Oww ! It fucking…burns…. take…" He panted, "It… out..."
"Almost in, don't be so reluctant to try new things. What? Should I let you shrug off the fact." He twisted it deeper each time he spoke in that peppered language to his gasping prince. "That I wouldn't notice your reaction? You nearly stumble everything someone gives my name its use. Boy, I think you've been crushing all this time. Hard." He elicited a hiss from the hero as the sounding stick found its way into the grown hero's urethra. (Anatomy if it's not incorrect, please let me know - thank you!)
"I…. beat you up…." Dick gritted his teeth to response with a groan. "That's…. all! Nothing…."
"Nothing else woke you from your nightmares? Nothing, too serious I hope?" He pulled out more, a different for the opposite sex. More lube as he waited to coat it generously as well.
Again, it was the magic wand that seemed to have no end to its horrors, right in his urethra. Dick tipped his head back and yelled, the boy's voice only muffled by a strip of cloth that Slade had retrieved to act as the boy's original blind fold. "Keep your voice down. Or I'll need to keep this on the entire way through our session. No safeguards to include." Slade huffed the hero with a finger to his own lips. "Other patrons next door DO want to fuck with some peace and quiet. How rude."
Dick's legs flailed as Slade dropped the biggest bomb. Roy could hear if he…. Dick turned bright red at the thought of ever exposing a new fetish to his former teammate. "Take your time with it. The firsr toy should keep you nice and ready to come when I say you can. We have all night, boy scout." Slade smirked with a chuckle as his teeth moved in to grin by the hero's ear some more. Moving lower, he took the tube from the stick's coating and slowly let his hands drift lower. The digits wandered and found places so taboo even in the boy's bed, that he couldn't stifle a scream while Slade took hold of every crevice. His nipples turned red, then brown as the blood pooled hotly to his chest thanks to the man's teeth and tongue. On his quest, said knight found a passage and swooped in to invade. His two digits, not one, took hold of a hole down there as Dick's arched back was reason to keep going. "You like your ass that much; well it is a wonder for a boy – wonder such as yourself. That's true?" Slade chuckled as his bristly beard took the hero's breathing back to the stone age. "How about it. Can I treat you right now to an all - exclusive…. make that ass feel so, special…little bird?"
Dick shook his head as he no longer could stop from drooling down to his chin. "Very well. You're tight, but not a virgin. How about that." Slade's prey noticed that the dildo was an adult's style though he inexperienced. He patted the kid's hip and grinned through the boy's blubbering protests. "Who was your first, tell me. Was it, the archer?" He grinned. "Or, did you prep before coming, hoping to get those bad dreams out of your head tonight, you little slut. My , slut for the night." He tugged away the gag a second to hear what the kid had to say before he entered that fat dildo into that plush hole of his.
"FIRST." Dick sniffed through his nose as Slade put his hand away to listen. "I'm an adult and this is abduction on all grounds. SECOND. It was a birthday party and of course you pissed me off so much that I'd dream about it!"
"Really?" Slade ignored the kid and began to pull out a comm unit of his insignia; with a button his fingers pressed, in no time. Dick heard his own voice, rough with desire and yearning as he leaned into the sound, the stupid rod up his ass making him wince. ~ S …Slade…Slade…. come…. come on…no…no…. more…augh, yes! Yes! Right there…so…… ahh!!~
The recording ended as Slade saw the boy chew at his bottom lip. "Not satisfied, yet?"
Dick didn't answer.
"Well. You call yourself an adult, but you fantasize about the big bad Deathstroke? Don't know whether to listen to your repeal now, or…to make that fantasy into a reality."
"I. WILL. NOT. HAVE. SE –
The stick reached out, up into his ass with a loud squelch as Dick whimpered through the tug of it out of his abused ass hole only too soon. Only, part way out as it teased his pink tender fleshy anus. "We have all night for me to chance that. Take what you're given, birthday boy…"
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Slade dragged him back even against the binds and the gag and the urethra. The dildo had been discarded early and the pretty flushed hero was already wining that he was too sensitive for this to go on. Slade had been paid up front to ravage the kid. He didn't turn down a job and no safe words had been added. Nor were they included…he'd seen Nightwing for now, in his back. Taking his cock like an adult.
With another few pumps of the brat's cock, Slade dropped over his stomach as he took to the plug in the boy's other tinier hole to fix. The kid gripped his only item in reach, the headboard as Slade slowly began to ready to pull out the sounding rod with more patience than the kid was worth for him tonight.
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"You can open your eyes now."
Dick groggy saw Slade refreshing himself and looking over his tools. The rest would be cleared and burned as evidence. Or, the kid could keep one as a party favor.
"Tell me, Slade." The hero sat up, no longer tied to the bed yet tangled in their coitus that evening ago. "Why did you do all of this. You're a killer, not a…. you know."
Slade smugly took his chances with that question. "You came out last week and your dear friends thought it best to get some of that frustration out like a grown ass adult, Grayson. Don't slap me on the wrist. Go talk to the party planner. I'm just the magician they hired to entertain the guest of honor." Dick hummed and hugged his knees to his side as he watched the man don his coat to open up a gritty looking grimy window. "STDs are impossible with you."
"Very, so you are in safe hands. Minus the tearing and limping away for tomorrow. Nice ass, by the way."
Dick blushed a rose hue at the remark as he pointed at the man while halfway naked under the blankets. "Well, next time your ass is going back to Black gate. No trust between us unless…"
"Unless?"
"For, the greater good, as it were?" Dick squeaked in a small voice, shaking his head before he got hard again and Roy saw it. God damn if he'd live it down.
"Who was the planner, did you s –
"A magician never reveals his secrets, kid." Slade slipped through the nearby window as Dick jumped up to see him hop over and across the city. Out of sight, until a next spar atop rooftops in Blud.
The door had miraculously decided to creak open as Dick stood on tip toe looking out that dirty cill at his escaping enemy. As if a kid watching reindeer or the Easter bunny from a high-rise apartment. Or, a dragon. (YEAR OF.)
Wally had to throw a hand over Joey's face and Roy was gawking not at the fact that Dick had gotten his rocks off on their party guest, but…
That his ass was still red and a bit lubed up by the presence of the perfect cock baited to be stuffed in him. Courtesy of Joey's snooping, that was.
"DICK! Put some damn pants on, dummy! You're blinding poor Joe and Harper, here!"
"WAH. My eyes…" Monotonous was Roy's tone, as Wally smacked the back of his head in annoyance. "Killjoy." Muttered the speedster.
Roy only chuckled as Dick turned to casual glance at his friends. Or, his match making crew from God knows where!
"How was your night, Roy? Meet any good dancers, cause I…." He sighed at the ceiling, thinking of how much he'd twisted towards it. " Mopped it."
"Yes. Yes, you did, boy wonder." Roy concluded this to be so, the cock of the wall being Grayson despite the torture from his partner. Hand chosen by a pack of hyenas. Joey was too busy looking for a pair of jeans in Dick's belongings down stairs since the costume he'd decided to wear…was only a full suit. He came back up and stayed quiet as usual. If Dick caught wind of any conspiring….
"Did I at least win the costume contest?"
"Disco - Wing is all over anyone's phone screens and on Wayne- stagram since last night. You got over a thousand hits already!" Wally gleefully pulled out a picture. "Happy twenty first, ya dirty psycho. We hope it was –
"DON'T EVER ." Dock pointed at them. " YOU??"
They looked at one another guiltily. " YOU HIRED SLADE TO FUCK ME ON MY OWN, BIRTHDAY ?? In a club bed where…. I can't even…" He shook his head and groaned.
"The bondage package wasn't cheap. We all pitched in." Roy said nonchalantly. Dick stomped over. "He also doesn't come with the risk of any infections. Nice deal ya got." Dick snorted back. Ass hanging out as red as his face, while everyone but Joe was soon pushed out of the room so that Dick could change and be decent again.
~ They meant well. ~ Joey knew he had to be straight faced with Dick. The only reason his father had "participated" anyway, was because his son was impossible to give a big fat "no" to.
He was glad as Dick three on his blue and black jersey last and combed back his shoulder length black hair. Somewhere, Joey's heart had skipped a beat. Minus the cum stains on the sheets and Dick's very red face trying to forget it had even happened. That Deathstroke and je had made those stains together.
"Let's go home. And Joe?"
The sweat started to drip. He'd been found out already?? Was his innocent act that rusty??
Dick twisted around to smile at the doe of a hero he was framed to be. All an act. "I do hope you didn't have any part in this. I'm going to be in a lot of pain for the next few days, but when I'm back to my old self?"
The boy gulped as Dick left to the exit. "You'd better bring a lot of ice packs on our next boy's night out. Count on it."
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Joey has a crush on Dick in this and they are older so…. yeah, Roy's a piece of shit and Wally was sure it wouldn't be as graphic. Also, Kori's relationship in the comics was somewhat open or 'polygamous' so it's more that right now while they aren't under the same roof. I made it so Dick gets the joke but still wants to literally kill his friends here for lying to him. On his birthday. And Slade just took the hole of one who is sexually active and bi in this so…yeah. It puts a giggle out there at the fluff and smut. Any good? Let me know. First time writing a urethra plug scene and it was a bit vague. I though kept to Slade's teasing narrative since he was paid to humiliate the hero and also get his release out, about Dick secretly liking Slade as a sort of, fetish for tall, bad and evil doers monthly. Poor Robin! Compared to A Series of Doubts, this was more pseudo- consensual since Dock isn't a virgin and knows about that kind of BDSM. Otherwise, why would Roy take the extra package? I said March in the beginning and Dick was sure he'd have a night to remember of it. Wow. Ok, so…. yeah. Back to more plot this month! Smut is an in the moment inspiration. Next is Dick stuck in a hole but, with an on the loose tentacle alien looking for…. you guessed it! I'd like to see if I can take a whack at that one. Titan style.